"Ah," She shuffles her feet and her tail curls about her leg, "I was not brought to this place directly from Eorzea. One moment."

Q'uila's outfit flashes back to her standard purple train hoodie as she unequips her Job Stone, she then turns around and, in a move Emet Selch would probably not have expected, completely hikes the back of the hoodie all the way up to give him a clear view of her back. The various scars from all manner of things would be expected; burns, cuts, bullets, stab wounds, bites, etc. What is completely foreign is the image on her back that seems unimpeded by all of this; a shining sword that stretches the length of her spinal column with a round pommel in the form of a red, draconic eye resting just below her neck, and to top it all off, two serpentine dragons, one red, one blue, twinning and moving around the blade in constant and bizarre motion.

"A brand of sorts, though the irony might tickle you that the mark forced on me was that of the 'Sword of Justice'." There is a hint of faux levity there, like someone trying to sound distinctly unbothered by something.